Posted by: normanlgreen | January 11, 2012

Dream, January 11, 2012 cornered on a talk show

Dream, home 3:08 am

I have been invited onto a talk show. The host and I sit before the camera, sharing seats at an oval-shaped table.

With a practiced warmth, he asks me questions. I know nothing about any of the subjects on which he questions me. My answers are long enough to keep the conversation moving, but short enough to disguise my ignorance. At last he turns to his serious question, so he puts on his serious face.

”What are you doing here?” he asks

“What kind of question is that?” I ask back.

“A very good one.” the host answers.

He leaves me hanging.

I do not answer.




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